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Thursday, March 16, 2006

Roads

Finding that faithComes in sizes unforeseen,I remember my previous refusalTo live inside a box.I pride myselfOn being alone,Longing all the whileTo commune intimately with others.I let myself believeThat my own path is the best way,That my own road less traveledMarks the way to happiness.But marked on that roadAre shortcuts and obstacles,Where I find myself reevaluatingThe consequences of directingMy own destiny.Providence requires a great deal ofSurrender,And when unassisted will immediatelyChange the course.And for that I am retrospectivelyGlad.I resolve to risk,To underestimate,To pursue the dreamsThat seem so shelved.And I will look for those dreamsIn the form of many colors,Dancing throughAnd seizing each momentFor what it is worth...And that worth is found intrinsicallyIn the sweet wonderThat flows from imaginationAnd spiritual awakening,Eyeing all odds and changes as simultaneouslyBeautiful and terrible.My own road is not yet completely determined,And I surrender to walk it somewhat afraid,Journeying into the sweet mist that cloudsSo many of my plans,Grateful for eachDay,Struggle, andMoment.Live easy...